Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1209: The Satisfaction They Are Looking For

Therion’s glowing finger pointed directly at Tomato, his voice cold and commanding.

"Get her!" he ordered, and without hesitation, several fallen angels broke away from the chaotic battlefield. Their wings cut through the air with terrifying speed as they dove toward Tomato, their bodies surrounded by an ominous dark light.

Tomato, however, remained unimpressed. She placed her hands on her hips, cocking her head to the side with a grin.

"Get them, pups!" she shouted, her voice booming with authority.

A chorus of howls echoed across the battlefield, chilling the air. Five massive werewolves emerged from the shadows, their fur as white as freshly fallen snow. Each was clad in gleaming bronze armor that accentuated their bulging muscles, their golden eyes glowing with fierce determination.

The fallen angels clashed with the werewolves in mid-air. A thunderous roar erupted as claw met blade, each side refusing to yield. One werewolf launched itself at an angel, snapping its jaws around the wing with a sickening crunch, sending the angel spiraling to the ground. Another swung its clawed fist with brutal precision, sending a fallen angel careening into the dirt with a resounding thud.

"They’re faster than they look!" one fallen angel hissed, narrowly dodging the swipe of a werewolf’s claws.

"And stronger!" another growled as a massive paw slammed into its chest, knocking it back.

These angels did not know that the armors these werewolves wore were far from normal, boosting their abilities far beyond what met the eyes.

The werewolves fought with primal savagery, their movements a mix of raw power and coordinated strikes. One leaped high, twisting mid-air to grab an angel by the neck, its armored jaws crushing the life from its enemy before tossing the limp body aside.

Tomato didn’t even spare a glance at the skirmish. Her golden eyes remained locked on Therion.

With a growl, she kicked off the ground, the sheer force of her leap sending cracks spiderwebbing through the earth beneath her. She shot forward like a cannonball, her target clear.

Therion scowled, his wings spreading wide as he ascended into the sky, putting distance between himself and his foe.

"You dare?" he snarled, lifting his hands. With a murmured incantation, the sky darkened, and spears of holy light materialized, raining down like a divine storm.

Tomato raised an arm, swatting the spears aside with a nonchalant motion. Each projectile shattered upon contact with her, the holy energy dissipating into harmless flickers of light.

"Is that all?" she called mockingly, her laughter ringing through the battlefield.

Therion’s expression darkened as he prepared another attack, but he was too slow. Tomato bent her knees, her muscles coiling like springs, and then launched herself skyward. The ground beneath her cratered from the sheer force, and within seconds, she was face-to-face with the angel.

Her fists came at him like a storm, each punch heavy and precise, forcing Therion to go on the defensive. The air cracked with the force of their blows, and every strike she threw was relentless, a perfect display of unyielding power.

Therion grimaced as he dodged, the realization dawning on him: this was no ordinary foe.

Allison stumbled to her feet, clutching her side as she fought back the pain from her injuries. Her eyes drifted to the battle raging on between the werewolves and the fallen angels. These weren’t just allies—they were her brothers and sisters, the pack she had abandoned in pursuit of her selfish desires. The weight of guilt settled heavily on her chest, a reminder of the shame that had kept her wandering the world alone. Yet, in this moment, she couldn’t deny the bond she still felt toward them, no matter how complicated her feelings.

She tore her gaze away and forced herself toward Enel, who was coughing and barely able to stand. She reached out, steadying him.

"We need to get out of here!" Enel said, his voice hoarse but urgent.

Allison nodded without hesitation. Together, they moved toward a gaping opening in the wall of the arena, slipping into the shadows of the passage beyond.

Unbeknownst to them, Nate, Enel’s eldest brother, and the rest of their siblings and elders had witnessed their escape.

A single thought passed through all their minds: This is the chance we’ve been waiting for.

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Nate’s lips twisted into a sadistic grin as he gestured to the others. "Follow them. He doesn’t leave this palace alive."

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Enel and Allison moved quickly through the dark, narrow passageways of the palace. Enel’s mind was focused on his objectives, and his injuries didn’t seem to deter him. Eventually, they reached a grand chamber guarded by intricate seals.

"This is it," Enel muttered, raising his hand.

The seal shimmered under his touch, responding to him with an artistic grace as it unraveled like strands of golden thread. The doors creaked open, revealing the chamber where Lady Vinegar was held.

She floated in the air above waters of Eternal spring, her body surrounded by chaotic, glowing laws that lashed at her like whips. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow, and her body convulsed as if under constant torment.

Enel approached her, his expression was unreadable. He reached out, placing his hand gently on her forehead. Power surged through him and into her body, a warm energy countering the destruction caused by the wild laws.

"These laws…" he muttered, almost to himself. "They’re not sickness... They’re ignorance."

He poured his energy into her, his jaw tightening. He wasn’t strong enough to expel the laws completely, but he could calm their ravaging effects, at least temporarily.

He long could save her, but not as he was now because of lack of enough energy to command such runes and laws. But he could stop their constant rampage, at least temporarily.

Lady Vinegar’s body glowed, veins of color spreading like a sunrise across her pale skin. Her eyes snapped open as she gasped, drawing in a deep, desperate breath. Slowly, her expression softened, her features relaxing into peace.

As she began to fall, Enel caught her, cradling her gently before passing her into Allison’s arms.

"Take her," he said softly.

Allison nodded, holding Lady Vinegar close. "What now?" she asked, glancing toward the exit.

Before Enel could answer, the doorway was suddenly filled with figures. Nate stepped into view, his siblings and elders behind him, their expressions cold and resolute. Nate’s grin was twisted with malice, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.

"Well, well," Nate said, his voice dripping with mockery. "The prodigal son returns... only to stumble right into our hands."

Enel’s eyes narrowed as he stepped protectively in front of Allison and Lady Vinegar.

"You just couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you, Nate?" Enel said, his tone low but sharp.

Nate chuckled, taking a step closer. "Oh, little brother, you’ve made this far too easy for us. Did you really think you could just walk in here, meddle with things you don’t understand, and leave unscathed?"

"You always did love making speeches," Enel replied, his voice steady despite the situation. "But you’ll forgive me if I don’t stick around to listen."

The elders behind Nate exchanged glances, their eyes glowing faintly with suppressed power. One of them, a woman with a stern face and an air of authority, stepped forward.

"You’ve defied your family and the entire city for the last time, Enel," she said. "You will answer for your actions here."

Allison’s grip on Lady Vinegar tightened Enel… what do we do?"

Enel’s lips curved into a faint, almost defiant smile. "We don’t give them the satisfaction they’re looking for..."